The Worry That You’re Doing the Wrong Thing Right Now

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by Leo Babauta

It’s first thing in your workday, and you open up your email. There’s a host of messages, old and new, asking for your attention. You also open up other inboxes in social media and the like. You quickly go through them and get a picture of what you need to get done right now.

But where do you start?

You begin one task from an email, but then quickly have the urge to see if there’s something else more important you should be doing. And this problem repeats itself — every time you sit down with one thing, the dozens of others on your mind (and the many potential urgent items that might be coming in as you sit there) are grasping for your attention.

Is there ever any certainty that you’re doing the right thing right now?

Does the worry that you’re doing the wrong thing ever go away?

This is something I’ve grappled with myself for years — I sit down to write (this post, for example), and the nagging feeling from the back of my mind pesters me, asks me to check email or my financial accounts or the calendar or various social media. Quieting this feeling isn’t always easy.

But still I get the important things done (usually). This comes from a small set of steps I take that help keep the forces of worry at bay.

I’ll lay out those steps in a moment — for now, let’s talk about where this worry comes from.

The Source of the Worry

Why does this worry come about in the first place? Why can’t we just be confident that this is the exact thing we need to be doing right now? That would be nice.

When we were kids, most of us had someone to tell us what to do. A parent or a teacher, who would give us a chore or assignment, and we knew this was what we should be doing. Of course, it wasn’t always what we wanted to be doing, so there was that. But there wasn’t doubt about what we should be doing, because it was laid out by an authority.

Then came adulthood, where things became not-so-clear. We became the boss of ourselves — even if theoretically we have a boss, in reality we have the ability to choose between a bunch of tasks and projects and communication tools, not to mention having to do personal stuff like laundry and cooking the healthy meals that we’re all obviously cooking for ourselves and picking up the kids. We are making choices all day long, with no one to tell us that these choices are correct.

We see other people pounding out the productivity, and imagine them to be rock solid in their choices, always sure they are doing the right task.

I’m here to tell you that this is an illusion. No one is sure, no one is free from the worry.

The worry comes because we want to be doing the perfect thing, and we also want not to mess up. This would be nice: no messing up a project, or our jobs, or that pesky little thing called life.

So we have the desire: not-to-mess-up or do-the-perfect-thing, and we have the fear (worry) that it won’t happen. This dynamic is present in every moment, in everything we do, unsaid and unnoticed most of the time, present only as background noise but also by nagging worry and urges to run to something else.

We can beat it by shining the light of our awareness on it, and digging in our heels against it, and being OK with it being there in the first place.

Steps to Deal with the Worry

OK, Leo, you say to your computer as you read this (I imagine you staring at the screen of a Macintosh Performa 5200) … just tell me what to do to defeat the forces of worry!

Right on:

  1. Shine the brilliant light of awareness: Notice the worry as you sit down to do a task, or to contemplate what task to do. It’s there in the background. Turn your attention to it, and just notice it. Don’t fear it, don’t hate it, don’t worry about it. Just notice.
  2. Accept it as a friend: It’s always there, and will always be there with you. This worry will go through life with you, much as your consciousness of your own existence does, for as long as your heart shall beat. Don’t fear it, don’t try to kill it. Instead, give it a hug. Embrace it. Accept it. Get used to it. You’re together for the long haul.
  3. Welcome it along on an important task: Pick one task to do now. It can be anything, but choose something that feels important to your life and work. Something that you know will help others and yourself. There might be a bunch of them, so just choose quickly on gut instinct. Don’t worry, it doesn’t have to be the “perfect task”. Notice the worry coming along with you. That’s OK. Put your arm around its shoulder, and go along the path together, happy in your newfound friendship.
  4. Set an intention to stick with the task: Before you actually start the task, make an agreement with your friend worry. You’re going to stick with this task, at least for 5 minutes, without switching or following the urge to check other things. For these glorious 5 minutes, you will be sure of one thing: you will do this task, no matter if it’s the perfect task or not. Because actually, my friends, the perfect task doesn’t exist, and the search for it is but a grailquest. Instead, focus on this one task, and be sure you’re going to stick with it.
  5. Stick with the task: You probably saw this coming from the last step. The worry will come up — notice it, smile, embrace it like that friend you have who’s always doing crazy things, and then … stick with the task. You’ll be fine. It’ll be great, in fact. Triumphant and exultant.

And if you do these steps, you’ll get your task done, and then breathe. And smile. Because you came a long way, and you might have a long way to go, but you’re here. You’ve arrived. And it’s a lovely place to be.

reblogged from zenhabits.net

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Cetinje, Montenegro

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Tiny as it is, Montenegro is historically divided into three distinct geographical and cultural areas – coastal part in the south, ‘old country’ in its midst and the mountains in the north. At the coast, Venetian influence is felt way stronger – and even the dialect spoken down there sounds somewhat like Italian and has many words borrowed from that language. Locals are shaped by the sea – all the people around the world, living somewhere close to a big water, to me are in a way like  an extended family, the sea does that – its openness, its magnificence, its unpredictability and the readiness to bring in the travelers from other shores … The far north of a country is also somehow similar – wherever you go – the climate is harsh there, winters are long, in the past the crops were scarce and that too leaves certain impact on the people, they speak more succinctly than their coastal brethren, smile less and are way less concerned about romantic love and song that sing about it… These are sweeping generalizations, of course, but if you read serious anthropological studies – it’s been noted and explained in various contexts long ago.

My own family is from the mountainous part and the history of any family there is basically the history of endless battles against various potential conquerors; at the coast – historically there was little more one could wish for, besides what was there already – open trade with other Mediterranean principalities, beautiful weather, some of the best beaches in the world, olive trees and seasonal carnivals… Of course, there were bloody wars there too, but at least in the periods of peace a culturally diverse and rather privileged way of life could be enjoyed. (Still, hardly anyone from the north would move to the coast, I am not sure why is it so, but probably it’s about roots, tradition and staying where one’s ancestors have settled.)

Yet the heart of Montenegro is neither in the northern mountains, nor at the coastal part – it’s exactly where it should be, in the midst of this magical kingdom, where its historical capital is – at the small town of Cetinje. The heart of the country beats there for centuries, through the numerous battles with Ottomans to whom it never surrendered and even in the recent history, during ex-Yugoslav wars, when it was the bastion of the resistance to the hatred and madness of the ethnic cleanse and everything else that had pulled this peninsula back into the dark ages. Cetinje always stood apart.

I wrote on numerous occasions that choosing the right side in Balkans can cost you a lot – and so happened with our historical capital; as its population rebelled against wars and hatred without a reason – the ruling back then elite in coalition with  warlords had absolutely neglected the city, leaving it with close to none funds for its maintenance and eventual development. The people who live there over time developed a rather dark sense of humor – there was no other way to survive the surrounding them harsh reality. There is an old joke – that King Nikola I (1841 – 1921) had risen from dead at the very end of 20th century… He looked around his native Cetinje and happily exclaimed: Nothing has changed!

I think that’s a perfect metaphor on how little used to be invested into city’s infrastructure – as a ‘punishment’ for its people rebellion.

But, all the things in life tend to change towards its diametric opposite and as the movement for country’s independence grew stronger – the historical capital started receiving more and more support – and that’s how it should be.

At present, the Ministry of Culture, along with several other major institutions, relocated there and big effort is made to revive the city, even Marina Abramovic is involved and also the grandson of our King Nikola I – Crown Prince Nikola II.

Yesterday there was a reception at the ministry and I took pictures for you – of the people there and of the city itself.

As a side note – people on the pictures are some of the major Montenegrin cultural figures, among them minister himself – Djaga Micunovic and famed director Ivana Mrvaljevic:

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And, given that this blog is mainly devoted to the love of Tarot, here is how great British artist Emily Carding depicted the famous Fairy of Cetinje – on 11th Trump of Montenegro’s own Tarot of The Black Mountains:

As we know, the 11th Major Arcanum in Tarot stands for Justice, Destiny and each and everyone of us receiving according to our merits; the city of Cetinje certainly deserved all the glory in which it is basking.

’tis all in the coffee cup

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Coffee is big in our culture. A friend who had gone missing for a long time would call you and regretfully ask: when are you coming over for a coffee? Your crush, if you are lucky, will ask you: when are you going to buy me that coffee? (Sounds awkward, I know.) The ultimate despair is when you “don’t have with whom to share a cup of coffee.”

Morning coffee has cult-like status and if you see someone really pissed off early in the day – most probably they didn’t have the time to grab theirs. And you won’t see anyone carrying their coffee around in a plastic glass- you have to be seated to have it.

To drink coffee while standing – like many Italian does – for us would be a sign you are late, like… for your own funeral or something. It doesn’t happen. When we say to “have coffee while standing on foot” – it means the ceremony lasts less than hour – that happens seldom and is commonly frowned upon.

There is plenty of discrimination going on I must tell you. When it comes to the Balkan people and their coffee – alike does attracts alike. Cooking Turkish coffee in gezve, when done traditionally, takes some time and skills too – and if your coffee-mates have very different sugar preferences, it can become a painstaking… well, ordeal. See, you need to put the sugar first – and it’s done as soon as you placed the gezve on the stove, long before first bubbles come out (coffee itself is added only later , to the already boiling water).

When it comes to cooked coffee, timing is everything. I have a close friend whom I love, but our friendship is between the rock and the hard place – he takes his coffee at 4pm sharp and that’s whole hour after my afternoon coffee time, if I skip mine and wait for him – around half past three I already hate him with passion; if I have mine first and then another cup with him – that means I’ll spend the night counting the sheep. Another thing is that he likes his coffee “thin” and sweet and I like mine “strong” and without sugar.  It’s complicated.

Many are fixated on brands – for another friend I need to keep a bag of a local blend, as she won’t even look at any other… The thing is that coffee needs to be freshly grinded to be good, that basically means replacing the bag with a new one at least every two weeks; if you have several friends who are set in their choices – chances are that sooner or later you’ll unintentionally hurt someone. People are very sensitive when it comes to coffee – forgetting their preferences is like forgetting their own  names; presumably if you make the coffee for somebody once, you shall remember how they like it – until the end of your days. It’s quite personal, you see.

Many have their personal mugs and won’t drink from any other; often a friend will “reserve” a mug of yours and will demand their coffee to be served in it exclusively. God forbid that you brake it or forgetfully lend it to a neighbor for example (coffee is freely landed and borrowed among neighbors – and usually fetched in mugs.) It can be the proverbial hair that breaks the camel’s back – your friend will look at you, their eyes full of tears, you will know it albeit they probably won’t actually say it – that you hurt them badly, you deprived them of something rightfully theirs, you took away an essential part of their identity and they don’t feel welcomed in your home anymore. It has happened to me too and I must say that it feels awfully saddening… So, if you love them – keep their cup in a safe place, preferably locked up in a pool with piranhas,  surrounded with couple of guardian dogs, take my word on it – it’s  worth the pain.

 

Here are some more captures from Sarajevo for you:

 

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern

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 Franciscan monastery in Kreševo, Bosnia

Franciscan Monastery of St. Catherine in Kreševo, central Bosnia

“There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns.
If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself.
What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher.”
Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor 

Everyone Worth Knowing

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International Book Fair 2013 opened today in Montenegro’s capital. After the disappointment in Sarajevo (see book fairs aren’t fair ), I was thrilled to see the books represented and honored as they should be.

Ours is far from total sale and it doesn’t come across as a Church on Sundays either – true, fairs are the best to hunt for discounts and I am the first to seek spiritual titles, but let’s face it – book fairs should  be about books in the first place, not about quick buck and dogma.

The fair itself is in the basement of  Delta City shopping mall which for the purpose is redecorated; the air conditioning is perfect – that’s the first thing that you’ll notice at many fairs (even at my favorite Belgrade’s), that there is no fresh air and it’s too hot; this one is just perfect, it feels inside like early spring.

Fair’s Art Director – writer Ksenija Popovic did amazing work, you see her smiling in the pictures – I really admire her because it’s been an immense effort to make it all turn out so well.

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Montenegro is among else known for having poets rule the country (Prince Bishop Njegosh in 19th century authored some of the most famous Montenegrin poems and philosophical treatises); here you see His Excellency Minister of  Foreign Affairs, Mr Igor Luksic, who previously served as the Prime Minister and is an upbeat poet too; behind him you can see the Ambassador of Russian Federation to Montenegro, His Excellency Mr A.A. Nesterenko,  to his right (in blue suit ) is H.E. Mr Vincenzo Del Monaco, the newly appointed Ambassador of Republic of Italy to Montenegro

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A colonel and a kabbalist, Ilija Kapicic, representing a renown publishing house “Matica Crnogorska”:

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So many books, so little time… Director of the National Theater, professor at the Faculty of Dramatic Arts in Cetinje and dear friend of mine – Janko Ljumovic:
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Dubbed Montenegrin Edgar Hoover – an author and former chief of the Secret Service, Mr Vlado Kekovic (to the right) : 100_6639

If surrealist were fortune tellers… Introducing Janko to the Lenormand oracle, the amazing little deck said to be read by Napoleon’s and Josefine’s reader – the famous madam Lenormand (it’s an urban myth, but what more can a surrealist ask for? ;) )

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The Hierophant

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this path is for strong

this path is for those who remember

 I come from a lineage

I was tried and tested

my faith

doubted by many

has endured

 

the core of my being

 is innocent

childlike

 it would be eaten alive

by the beasts of darkness

wasn’t it guarded

by canonical teachings

and stiff appearance

 

you must steal the key from me

I won’t give it away gladly

invisible forces stand by me

even when I am on the wrong

to the inexperienced and foolish

the woman brings the sword

she’ll fight those reaching for the key

that opens the essence of the child

 

the truth must not be exposed

not easily

it’s not yet the time

 I know the secret

but you –

you are not ready to receive it

yet

I bless you

as I keep the secret from you

and I smile

as I am telling you

be wise as serpents

and harmless as doves

The Hierophant, Thoth Tarot, painted by Lady Frieda Harris according to Aleister Crowley's instructions

The Hierophant, Thoth Tarot, painted by Lady Frieda Harris according to Aleister Crowley’s instruction 

 

 

Copyright Notice: Thoth Tarot is currently published by A.G. Müller and distributed by A.G. Müller and by U.S. Games 

 

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Queen of Wands as a Second Wave Feminist

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   Blame it  on the  Daily Prompt and mine being at writers residence: normally i write one post per week, but there you go – after days of being crazy busy with the book fair, i peeked at WordPress, checked the daily prompt by the way… and got stumped as i honestly could not remember which was the book to which i always go back (except the Bible that is, but -sic – there are enough preachers as it is.) And then it dawned on me, my last ‘Second Time Around’ (and third and forth) was Helen Gurley Brown’s “Sex and the Single Girl”, some ten years ago.

I was in the hospital back then (nothing too bad) and i remember a chatty nurse laughingly telling me how all the stuff was amazed by my choice of books – see, the book was at the nightstand, beside my hospital bed – and that couple of them, including the surgeon who operated on me, came in person to the room to make sure she wasn’t making it up, that the patient (aka me) indeed read the book of such a provocative title… I was too sick of anesthesia to say anything remotely sensible, yet i was in state of shock – by that time, everywhere else except in 3d world countries ruled by extremists, the book had become a subject of ridicule for its outdated views and presumably sexist advice.

Lo and behold, i am from Europe, from a country that’s candidate-member of European Union, which at the same time happens to be most conservative and traditional one.

I wrote about Brown and “Helenism” before in Single Girl, the Skinny God and the Plague of Labeling, what dawned on me as i was rethinking it all today was that HGB and the Cosmo Girl, as she envisioned her, are the perfect prototype of Tarot’s Queen of Wands.

Check her out:

Queen of Wands from the Rider-Waite Tarot deck

Queen of Wands from the Rider-Waite Tarot deck (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She’s hot, she’s pretty, like the flower she’s holding she’s sunny and radiant, open and positive, she looks to the right – which is the direction of the future in Tarot. And as if a beautiful, confident, and positive woman wasn’t dangerous enough as it is – on the top of it she’s accompanied by a mysterious black cat who stares at the reader  making obvious Queen’s power to charm and enchant… Oy, the threat that she is to the patriarchy! Of course that “popularly” (idiotically) when this card comes out in a Tarot spread, she’s read as “slutty”, as the proverbial “other woman”, the easy one and  whatnot.

Earlier today i read  an excellent essay on movies, morals and reading cards and while i don’t agree on all points with the friend of mine who wrote it (see, we didn’t dump our own fundies anywhere, we’ve kept them all to ourselves – said tongue in cheek), she does have a point: “There’s lot of moralizing by otherwise good people in online card reading groups. It’s AUTOMATICALLY assumed that the married guy somebody’s asking about IS JUST USING HER FOR SEX AND DOES NOT CARE, that the Snake is the OTHER WOMAN, that naturally poly people are ASSHOLES, and the world is full of DIRTY BIRDIES WHO MUST BE STOPPED. Sounds like a code movie to me. If you’re reading this, you’re probably a nice person – that stuff is for harpies who snoop in their mens’ cell phones, not you! Don’t fall in with that kind of thinking. The world is more complex than that. The CARDS are more complex than that – read them and see what they say, don’t twist them to what the current, dry Bible-thumper culture would have you say.”

Remember Marge Piercy’s, one of the most prominent 2nd wave feminists’, poem For Strong Women?

A strong woman is a woman in whose head
a voice is repeating, I told you so,
ugly, bad girl, bitch, nag, shrill, witch,
ballbuster, nobody will ever love you back,
why aren’t you feminine, why aren’t
you soft, why aren’t you quiet, why aren’t you dead?
A strong woman is a woman determined
to do something others are determined
not be done. She is pushing up on the bottom
of a lead coffin lid. She is trying to raise
a manhole cover with her head, she is trying
to butt her way through a steel wall.
Her head hurts.

So does mine when i imagine a prudish Tarotist reading for Marge back in the day when she lived in an open marriage with her second husband and Ira Wood, her 3d hubby to be. I believe your fundie-reader would rather choke himself to death than read for her!

And i don’t even dare imagining what morals would be preached to Biblical King David upon his spotting  (oy the shame) Batsheba carelessly having a bath and sending her first husband, Uriah, to the battle and imminent death… Righteous Tarotist would dignifiedly wave their code of ethics and would firmly refuse to read on a third party… The king would be advised to hold back and by all means refrain from seducing the future queen… the tiny problem there being that this would have diverted the history of humanity as the Messiah comes from that very line and that King David did complete his spiritual correction before his soul departed: “When King David was very old, he could not keep warm even when they put covers over him.” (Kings 1:1) The truth is that he wasn’t that old – he  started ruling at thirty and ruled for forty years, which at the time of his passing makes him merely 70 – not to forget that Abraham fathered a son in his late 90ies ( “Abraham was a hundred years old when his son Isaac was born to him”, Gnesis 21:5) and that Moses became the leader of his people in his 80ies; expected biblical lifespan was 120 years.

Let us read further: So his attendants said to him, “Let us look for a young virgin to serve the king and take care of him. She can lie beside him so that our lord the king may keep warm.” (Kings 1:2) Rings any bells? Right, it was King’s chance to practice restriction and to make his tikkun hanefesh before departing.

Not to mention King David’s “gold-digging” great grandmother after whom i was named, Ruth the Moabite, who at night sneaked into bed of her older and wealthy husband to be… Oy gevalt! Isn’t she an epitome of the Queen of Wands?!

Gotcha!

In the Book of Thoth, Crowley expands on the Court: “The characteristics of the Queen are adaptability, persistent energy, calm authority which she knows how to use to enhance her attractiveness. She is kindly and generous, but impatient of opposition. She has immense capacity for friendship and for love, but always on her own initiative.”

Further, as she represent the watery part of Fire she’s attributed to I Ching’s 17th hexagram, Following, of which Hilary Barrett, my favorite contemporary Yi Xie scholar says: “This hexagram begins in the same way as the whole Yijing begins: with ‘the source, success, harvest, constancy’, yuan heng li zhen. Together, these four words show the presence of Creative Force, driving through to completion. There’s a sense of inevitability; ‘it follows’; everything will fall into place.”

The combo of Kabbalah, Western Hermeticism and Chinese Philosophy can and most often does blow the mind of the Tarot newbie, but no one said it was easy; what we claimed was that it’s possible to grasp this occult discipline and – with a lot of practice – become somewhat good in it.

Brown was eighty-seven when a biography, “Bad Girls Go Everywhere”  by Jennifer Scanlon, professor of gender and women’s studies at Bowdoin College was published. In words of Judith Thurman, “despite the title (“Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere” is one of Brown’s favorite mottoes), this is a serious academic reconsideration of a figure who, Scanlon argues, has been slighted by feminist history, and deserves a place in its pantheon, particularly because she was speaking to and for the typists, the flight attendants, and the sales clerks who couldn’t afford to burn a good bra, rather than the college-educated sisterhood that was “womanning” the barricades of the nineteen-seventies… In everything that Brown has written or edited, she has promoted the message that sex is great, and that one should get as much of it as possible. (Ditto for money.) Just about everyone knows this, and has always known it, but in Brown’s youth few women would admit it, even to themselves.”

Some (many?) still have issues with women enjoying sex and financial independence and therein lies the root of the problem with contemporary  (mis)interpretation of the Queen of Wands, who’s almost as commonly despised by the pseudo readers as The Queen of Swords is feared.

book fairs aren’t fair

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My heart was wrenching as i strolled down the spacious halls of Sarajevo’s book fair. The books were piled randomly -some new, some classics, some bigger ones, some tiny ones, hard to find books, out of print ones, bestsellers; poetry books, prose books, high brow books, funny books, sad books – all of them pushed to the sides of the aisles, gathering dust at the portable fair’s shelves. From time to time some passerby would slow their pace reluctantly, for a moment they’d almost gave in to the sellers’ desperate attempts, they’d fix their gaze at a title briefly and then walk away abruptly, further between the rows of unwanted books.

I felt sorry for the abandoned books, i was heartbroken for the unread words, my heart went to the authors – the unwilling participants of this ruthless wholesale, for that’s what most book fairs come down to ( among exceptions being author-oriented Leipzig Buhmesse and in this part of the world - Belgrade Book Fair.)

Real books are painstaking labor of inspiration, knowledge, skill and endless perspiration,  it’s downright sacrilegious to degrade them down to just another commercial product. There are many ways to make quick money, but books shan’t be among them… yet it’s being pushed down our throats over and over again.

I want to scream when some fool starts explaining me premises of the liberal capitalism and how books should fit into it… Hello, the latter had crashed bringing upon us wreath of economic depression and, unless it’s not already too late, it is high time to think over some premises.

Couple of publishers i met at the fair vented about low sales and poor attendance, NONE of them mentioned emerging writers they met or some new visions from the books they were promoting… And they blame it on the reader who presumably is dumbed down… It ain’t so. The good reader – who is even rarer bird than a good writer – is brought down to her knees by omnipresent greed, her buying power is diminished, her free time almost non-existent for she needs to take ever and ever more   workload to keep going. So, don’t blame it on the reader – i am a writer and i am a reader myself, i know… I know it all. That being said, it’s one of the main motives i switched to blogging, i write for the people (feel free to scream all you want*) and i don’t need much more than my text reaching the audience, that’s about  it. It is time consuming, more than that – it’s blood consuming… If you read Dianne Gray‘s writing – it’s clear that such writing is done by alchemically processing personal pain into the meaning of life and for those of us for whom writing is vocation it is the modus vivendi.

*As a side note – recently, i had an eminent literary critic nearing the edge of a nervous breakdown upon my mentioning that i do write for others… see, they thought writing should be both self-centered and self-indulging act where the unnoticed reader is reduced to not more than a peeping Tom… yeah, sure. 

Last night we hang out with an amazing Croatian writer, Edi Matic. Edi looks like  Raymond Carver at his best – tall, tanned with gray hair and penetrating gaze, he writes somewhat like him too – in short, sharp sentences which, read aloud at launches, seem to cut the air at the book fair’s hall, tearing it apart as a razor would, just above the heads of the previously lulled into sleep audience.

We agreed that we, the writers, are faced with an impossible mission – at the launches, we are supposed  to promote what goes labeled as ‘high brow prose’… and that’s close to impossible. Good prose is more than entertaining – it’s like a roller-coaster ride, but one that stays with you for a long time – if not for good; the thing is that you can’t market it as you’d market a dish washer because good books are a phenomena unto themselves, they are discreet, predestined to be enjoyed in privacy and seclusion. It’s an almost monastic task – to read a good book, you need your you-time, you need reasonably peaceful surroundings, and above all, you need a fertile ground -an open mind – to plant the seeds from the book into your personal discourse. Great writers from the past didn’t have launches, it’s a quite recent fabrication and quite a controversial one. Of course that a good reader feels like godsent to a writer – and most of us are indeed looking forward to discussing our writings, the thing is that the publishing and bookselling industry pushes us into burlesque of a kind and – with due respect – you don’t get Isadora Duncan to wig a fake fur tail in a smokey night bar… these are parallel universes which can not – and, for everyone’s best, shall not - coincide EVER.

No one knows with certainty what’s the way out from this living sand of commercialization and profanation. There will always be Dan Browns and hopefully there will always be at least couple of authors of Doris Lessing’s calibre…

Last but not the least – hopefully there will always be at least couple of non-commercial publishers, such as Bosnian Publishing House Fra Grgo Martic and inspired promoters such as Bosnian Croatian poet and publicist Milo Jukic thanks to whom good readers still manage to find their way to good writers – without fanfarras and the fake fur; the rest, together with megalomaniac publishers and cheap booksellers – the powerful weapon of time will sort out and uproot.

“I hate tricks. At the first sign of a trick or gimmick in a piece of fiction, a cheap trick or even an elaborate trick, I tend to look for cover. Tricks are ultimately boring, and I get bored easily, which may go along with my not having much of an attention span. But extremely clever chi-chi writing, or just plain tomfoolery writing, puts me to sleep. Writers don’t need tricks or gimmicks or even necessarily need to be the smartest fellows on the block. At the risk of appearing foolish, a writer sometimes needs to be able to just stand and gape at this or that thing- a sunset or an old shoe- in absolute and simple amazement.”
Raymond Carver, Fires

Milo Jukic and Edi Matic, writers’ residence in Kreshevo, Bosnia (April 2013)

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Businessman, patron of art and stud breeder, Mr Anto Stanic (front row center)

422118Publishing House Fra Grgo Martic at Sarajevo Book Fair 2013, from left to right: Ljiljana Shop, Tanja Stupar-Trifunovic, Milo Jukic, Seida Beganovic, Lena Ruth Stefanovic, Edi Matic
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Literary evening in Kreshevo, during writers’ residence 2013.
kreshevo launch 2013

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